After trying my hand at philosophy and medicine, I’ve finally figured out what I want to do with my life: I’m going to be a football journalist.
The drama is all over, I’ve accepted the Medicine offer, and I start on September 1st. I’m fairly certain that this is the right choice. Around 80% certain. So anyway, now that I’ve sorted out what I’m going to do for the rest of my life, I can return to blogging more regularly. Or maybe [...]
I got the place. I was told I’d know if I really wanted to do it when this moment came, but I don’t feel very much of anything. Not even a sense of relief. So I don’t know what to do. Goddamnit…
Apologies for posting yet another YouTube video, but I just finished watching this and it definitely deserves a mention. Sometime when you’re online and have an hour or so to spare, look up this video on YouTube (or watch it here). It’s a lecture about achieving childhood dreams delivered by a professor with terminal cancer. [...]
I wrote a post about my reasons for wanting to do medicine and upon finishing it I was too embarrassed to publish it. Suffice it to say, they were not particularly lofty, commendable or good. Methinks a reappraisal is in order…
I plan to drive to Galway on Monday evening in order to hand in some college documents to the CAO on Tuesday, which is the last day they will accept them. If anyone wants to accompany me on this trip then they are more than welcome. Update: Change of plan. I had decided instead to [...]
Towards the end of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and having just quoted disapprovingly from newspaper he encounters in Las Vegas airport, Hunter S. Thompson offers the following appraisal of journalism: Why bother with newspapers, if this is all they offer? Agnew was right. The press is a gang of cruel faggots. Journalism is [...]
Since yesterday, practicing this has been the overriding goal of my life. Come on cynics, what say you of my latest plan?